The last few days have been difficult for me, mostly because I wanted to write and couldn’t. There’s still a lot to go in order to get my health issues fixed, so between doctor’s appointments and sleepless nights, I couldn’t write as much as I wanted to.
There are only 9 days left and $635 to raise in order to cover the costs. There’s nothing else I can say other than the fact that if you wish to help out, you can do so here.
I just hope that people will care enough to donate even $1, knowing perfectly well that it does help me. A lot. Given my current situation (and its urgency), any contribution matters.
Also, there are still 2 spots left for reblogs here.
Once again, thank you all for your help.
In an essay about Kafka, David Foster Wallace wrote the following words, “the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. [...] our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.”
Now, he was talking about Kafka’s works, but I think that phrase pretty much sums up what life is all about. Continue reading
Most people like to believe talent, hard work, and luck are among the determining factors of success. For a long time I thought you only need two of them.
But, actually, if you want to be successful, and it doesn’t matter if all you want is to become a great dancer or actor or writer, or whether you want to pick up pretty girls in bars, you just have to be willing to make a fool out of yourself. Continue reading
Whenever I tell someone I’m a writer, and they show genuine interest towards my “profession,” I end up telling them about all the cool e-mails I get from people. Or about the reviews my books get. Or this or that comment.
You know, there are good days and bad days. There are days when you don’t feel like writing, or days that you simply don’t want to write. But your readers are what’s most important, what keeps you going, what makes you feel like a writer even during those bad days. Continue reading
When asked, ‘How do you write?’ I invariably answer, ‘one word at a time.’ - Stephen King
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the future. Whether is just a scene from a chapter I have yet to write, or the ending line, or just a few lines of dialogue. That’s magic. That’s power. I know something that no one else knows, and it’s entirely up to me to bring it to life. Continue reading
First of all I’d like to thank Stacey, Michael, Brian, and all the others who have donated thus far to the campaign that’s raising funds to pay for my medical care. I can’t thank you enough for your support: for all the nice comments, e-mails, and the likes.
Also, there’s this really great thing A.L. Walton, a.k.a. Piscis, has offered to do. He is offering his novella, The Amber Ring, for free on Amazon.com; the catch is that he has offered to donate 10 cents to my campaign for every free download.
You can find the novella here. Like I previously said. It’s free to download and read, but it helps me a lot, so if you could download it and spread the word around, I would be really grateful to you.
Finally, if you wish to donate any amount you see fit, you can do so here.
Once again, thank you,
Ever felt so lonely that you felt there was an invisible wall between you and everyone else? Ever felt so discouraged by an uncertain future that you felt fear boiling your blood inside your veins?
Well, that’s how I felt earlier today. Continue reading
We’ve been told (and we keep on telling ourselves on a regular basis) that life finds a way, that somehow things turn out for the better. That if you want it, you can have it.
Sadly, that’s not true.
Do you know what keeps me up some nights? It’s the fear that somehow I won’t be able to write anymore, that somehow life’s going to take that away from me. And that I won’t be able to find a way, that life just won’t want to present me with a solution. Continue reading
The last two weeks have been terrible. My right ear began to hurt. Then the right side of my jaw. And painkillers wouldn’t do much good. I struggled. Pain followed me everywhere, prevented me from sleeping, prevented me from properly hearing my own thoughts. Continue reading
We come into this world naked and empty. We grow up and we grow old, but we still feel empty. Most times we feel like we’re searching for some precious thing that’s been taken away from us a very long time ago. On rare occasions, we realize what that thing is. Continue reading